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The water laps across the stones
In the artificial world of the fountain
It smells of scented candles and spices
That make my nose run and eyes water
Their are things in strange shapes
Delicate figurines, cheap bobbles
But pretty still, I try resisting touching
Them
In the artificial world of the fountain
It smells of scented candles and spices
That make my nose run and eyes water
Their are things in strange shapes
Delicate figurines, cheap bobbles
But pretty still, I try resisting touching
Them
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A poem about the local gift shop just because.
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Nice! I used to work at a gift shop at one point!